(pre)tending
Don’t tell me liesof fall and fallingor of leavesor leaving fading , but whisper silversoothing slowlyreflecting summerin September moonlight,let stay pre-tending beingtended by a dying sun. Today we try our […]
Don’t tell me liesof fall and fallingor of leavesor leaving fading , but whisper silversoothing slowlyreflecting summerin September moonlight,let stay pre-tending beingtended by a dying sun. Today we try our […]
You might still find him, a hermit hiding, in the philosophy section, sipping syllables and tea. He’s brimming with answers but lacks the matching questions. But if you ask him […]
Afterwards – when only thorns remain when leaves have left and sap been sucked. With fingers pricked, you still recall, perfumed the summer rose of youth. Before the withered rot […]
O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns are shed, your silver slips through fingertips of frozen branches while from the deeper downs, perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips […]
once we where strong love could handle the daggers of heart-breaking songs before his lyrics of death had frozen your kisses take the last waltz and then my darling let’s […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis